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“Ah, David. Is he your boyfriend? He seems very concerned.” He made eye contact with Cassie. “You shouldn’t have told him where we were. You know that, right? I’m not a sadist, but my anger does get the best of me sometimes.”
“Please—”
“Shut up. I need to think.”
“Look, you can’t take us both.” Cassie infused her voice with as much calm as she could muster, though her hand holding the knife was trembling. “One of us is going to get away and you’re screwed.”
“She’s still out of it,” the man said. “And will be for a while. If she runs, she’s not going to get far.”
“Do you think you can do that before the cops get here?” Cassie asked. “You need her blood, right? And her heart? You think you can kill me, kill her, and still make it out of here?”
“There’s one way to find out.”
The man switched on the bone saw and lunged for Cassie. She had a split second to dive out of the way and her first thought was to keep a grip on the blade in her hand. She landed on the ground and felt sharp pain ripple outward from her knee. She had landed on a rock. She rolled to the side, hopping back up on her feet despite the sharp pain in her leg.
It took her a moment to orient herself, but by the time she found the doctor again, he had pulled the woman to her feet and held the saw to her neck.
Cassie made the wrong move.
“Please,” Cassie begged. “Don’t do this.”
“Did you call the police?”
Cassie didn’t know if it was better to lie or tell the truth. She let the silence stretch on.
“Answer me!” the doctor yelled, moving the saw closer to the woman’s throat.
“Yes! Yes!” Cassie locked eyes with the woman. They both had tears running down their cheeks. “They’re on their way. You’re not going to get away with this. You already have four bodies on your hands, you don’t need more.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I already have four on my hands. What’s two more? I’ll already be getting consecutive life sentences if I don’t get the electric chair.”
“You said it yourself, you’re not a sadist.” Cassie’s mind was working at warp speed. “What do you want?”
The flashlight’s dull beam illuminated the confusion on his face. “What?”
“I know half the police department. What do you want?”
Cassie had spent a long time being afraid—of Novak, of men, of the dark, of life. A lot of therapy and a great deal of time had helped her work through most of her issues, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit she woke up in a cold sweat every once in a while, terrified that she was back in that graveyard or back in the basement of that house when Novak had tried to kill her a second time.
But now? She felt the calm wash over her. She didn’t have a choice. She was fighting for her life and the life of this woman she had never met. There was no room for error.
“Who are you?” the doctor asked again. The difference this time was that he seemed interested.
Cassie caught movement out of the corner of her eye, but she refused to look away from the man in front of her. “My name is Cassie Quinn. I’m—I’m a psychic.”
The doctor laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not.” Cassie licked her lips. “I’ve seen every single one of your victims. First, Elizabeth. Then Hannah. I saw Sage’s dead body the morning after she was killed. Then I saw Jessica’s ghost. She’
s the one who told me how to find you. She showed me the van in a parking garage.”
The look on the doctor’s face was a strange mixture of fear and incredulity. “Impossible.”
“How else do you explain how I found you? How else would I know you were driving that van?” Cassie kept talking. She kept saying whatever came to mind. Anything to stretch the seconds into minutes. Engaging his curiosity had the effect of keeping his intelligent mind working, guessing, trying to figure out who this woman in front of him really was. “You’ve been meticulous this entire time. You left no evidence behind. Look at me. I’m not a cop. If I were, I’d have come here with a gun. I’m just some woman.”
The man opened his mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come out. Harris’s voice rang out through the darkness. “Savannah PD. Put down your weapon.”
Several flashlights switched on, illuminating Cassie, the doctor, and his victim in a swath of bright light.
